I behaved all week.

Kept my mouth shut.

Walked the straight line.

Showed up. Nodded. Played the role.

I did everything I was supposed to do.

Saturday is here now.

The one day my halo tilts crooked

and I give myself permission not to be perfect.

Not reckless.

Not destructive.

Just… honest.

Saturday isn’t about losing control.

It’s about letting go of the grip

I kept on myself all damn week.

I don’t burn churches.

I don’t betray my people.

I don’t forget who I am.

But I loosen the collar.

I pour the drink.

I stop apologizing for wanting to feel something.

My faith doesn’t leave on Saturdays —

it leans back, smirks, and lets me breathe.

Because sinners who admit it

are more dangerous than saints who pretend.

So tonight, I sin softly.

I laugh louder.

I live a little sideways.

Halo tilted.

Still glowing.

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Saint Dirty Face™

[Stay Dirty, Stay Human™]

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